Category: eroticliterature

The Alice and Clark show (Part 3) [3rd Person] [MF] [Audience] [Bondage] [Fiction]

With the added liquid courage, Alice walks on to the stage alongside Clark. A bed, covered in dark, flowy sheets is placed at the center of the stage, and a small nightstand is placed next to it. Cameras are installed facing different angles of the bed, three on tripods and one on the ceiling. A producer sits at the back of the arena, controlling the show on large LED flat screens to give the audience views they don’t have from their seats. 

Bright lights shine on them, and they both blink, adjusting their vision. The club’s lounge is dark, only slightly lit by soft, LED strip lights on the walls, and warm, contemporary-style disk lights hang from the ceiling. 

The audience is seated on royal blue velvet lounge booths that are lined up against the wall, and some are sitting around round dining tables that are scattered around the room, surrounding the stage. In the far back of the room, the club’s bar is lively, with a few of the club patrons ordering drinks before they finally take a seat.  Read more »

[FM] Morning running and a stranger cuming – a personal erotic fantasy

 
It’s a crisp spring morning at dawn as I exit the front door into the driveway. The light from the sun, yet to rise, has already turned the sky a deep pink colour. I bend down to tie the laces of my running shoes.

I run my palms down the smooth spandex fabric of my running tights, caressing the boundaries of my long slender leg and stop at my shoes. I tie the laces of them, then run my hands back up the other leg, gently brushing my crotch with the palm of my hand. I remove my hands from my bikini line and straighten the elastic of my grey Nike sports bra. I feel it tight against the nipples of my small but shapely breasts. They are erect from the cold morning air.

“He isn’t home this morning.” I disappointedly think to myself as I begin stretching my legs. I had awoken from an intense erotic dream an hour earlier, and was craving the exciting scent of my husband’s penis and the arousing pheromones that his testicles produce when he’s erect. Read more »

Right Time, Wrong Girl (FM)

*Another tale from my days of yesteryear, hope you enjoy.*
Everyone is 18+

It was close to the end of August and my mom happened to be out of state for a few days getting my sister settled in at her new school, and being the responsible young adult I was, I threw a party. There were a lot more people than I expected, but never out of control, in fact, I’d say it went almost perfect. There was the typical amount of clean up needed the next day, but the cops never got called, no one died that night, no fist fights, nothing important or valuable was broken or taken *and* it birthed this story.

It starts when the party was ending. Almost everyone had left except for my girlfriend and maybe 8 or 9 others. My girlfriend and I only started dating a few weeks ago so this was her first introduction to my friends and I was really nervous. I had been drinking way too much and smoking all night and it started to catch up with me. I stood up and immediately knew I’d be out cold very soon. I told everyone left that they were welcome to stay the night and my girlfriend helped me find my way into my mom’s room where I crashed instantly. Read more »

Having Dinner, 2 Couples [MM/F]{cheating}{sex right next to them} {unknown/sneaky}

maybe we can take a bit to talk about plans to breed you, in secret?
like the 4 of us clique up for a dinner together. however, while we all eat; underneath the table, your leg is outstretched. gently with your foot, you stroke my increasingly bulging hardon.
when your husband goes to clear the table, my wife offers a helping hand with dishes; and we offer to wipe the table down.
…
your husband pops his head back into the dining hall to check on us, to find only you. leaned over the table scrubbing. teeth gritted. breath hitching.
he is dismissed easily when you tell him that i’ve gone to the restroom…in reality, concealed by the hight of table, my head is locked between your thighs.
my hands gripped on your ass and hips while they rock against my warm and adventurous tongue. occasionally probing toward you hot core but never forgetting to give attention to your soaking flower.
…
fortunately, without getting caught by your soft muffled moans earlier, we manage to get the living room now set up for the movie. tv on, pillows and blankets out, lights dimmed. you traded your, previously removed, pants for cozy sleep shorts.
my wife seats herself to my right, you sit to my left, and your husband sits leftmost. by mid-movie, exhaustion wins and your husband falls asleep. with a pillow between me and my wife, she hardly notices when you tuck your head under the covers. the careful and steady bobbing of your moist mouth quickly make my cock grow and solidify on your tongue.
when my wife leaves to use the bathroom, in unison we quickly react to the opportunity. pulling your shorts aside over my exposed cock and squatting down slowly, my head pushes for the deepest reaches of your aching womb. fully inside you now, you lay awkwardly to your side without giving a single inch of me back. reapplying the blankets to ourselves, you lay your head in your husbands lap just before my wife returns.
she is so absorbed in the movie that she doesn’t notice the slow rock and bounce of my long and forceful thrusts into you. it’s hard to tell if she can hear the stifled whimpers from you or not. but before long, she finally falls asleep. now our pace and intensity grow, constantly penetrating you a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper. your moans have managed to grow so loud that if we don’t cum soon it will wake them up for sure.
so we lay you back on your side like before and continue to fuck as intensely as we can, only your head is laid directly in your husbands lap. breathing heavy, moaning and being fucked hard with no covers on either of us -if he wakes up, we are screwed. to make matters worse, you start rubbing his crotch with your hands until a bulge in his jeans is pressed right against your moving moaning lips.
when i notice you still rubbing his cock and mouthing it through his jeans -my hips buck hard. a warmth bursts inside of your womb and running out of space to fill the thick hot semi-liquid trickles down your inner thigh. relaxing our bodies, without taking myself out of you, we pull the blankets back on. after catching my breath i can still feel the tight squeeze of you around my pulsating cock, keeping most of my massive load from actual leaking out of you.
looking over i’m shocked to realize that you husbands erection is now out of his jeans!! the half that isn’t in your hands, is in your mouth being passionately ingested. with a dry groan of pleasure he starts to wake up and look down at you in a mix of shock and approval. i quickly fake being asleep, but he seems so distracted by his own pleasure that he doesn’t realize the body posture of me or you.
suddenly i feel you press our groins together slowly but with force. as you force me deeper inside you i can feel all of my cum fighting for space. your mouth let’s out a loud gasp that is somewhat stifled by your husbands cock, still being swallowed by you; and a warm oozing envelops the base of my dick and drips down my balls.
i pretend to sleep again, worried that you might have blown our cover -but no, he was the only thing getting blown; and your grinding on my cock continued until i was throbbing AGAIN.
the sight was amazing once your husband finally came all over your mouth. at almost the exact same time, i came in you for the second time tonight. there was so much of my cum in you that even my lap was soaked. your husband went back to sleep once you put his cock away; but you turned back to me with a cat-like smile and took your time playing with his cum in your mouth. displaying for me what a nasty cum slut you are.
just for good measure, to thank me for my loads of cum, you never aloud me to pull my cock out of you. so we went to bed smiling at one another, between my oblivious wife and only a torsos length from your husband, keeping my cock and loads of my cum stuffed inside your needy little pussy -all.night.long.

Mom Massages Son After Practice: Part 02 [MF][M/S][incest][mom son][mommy]

This is a work of fantasy. Author and all characters are over 18 and is intended and written for an adult audience. It is incest themed. If such themes offend you, it may not be for you.

Let me know what you think. Feedback is always appreciated.

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Neil woke up early on the morning of his big game. There was a lot of pressure on him to perform well today, but that was always part and parcel of being quarterback. His team was facing the area’s rival school and the excitement was felt all over town.

The pressure he was under ahead of today’s game cost him some sleep and it took a toll on him. He sat up on his bed and looked at his jersey his Mom had hung on the door. He looked nervously at it before he exhaled and acknowledged that while this was going to be an important game, especially when it came to college scouts and scholarships, he was confident to rise up to the challenge. Read more »

He likes to tease me [M/M] [gay] [transman] [sending nudes] [multiple orgasms] [creampie]

Toward the end of my workday at the local mechanic’s garage, my phone buzzed with a text notification in the back pocket of my overalls. My hands were currently all up in the guts of a big lifted truck, covered in grease, so I didn’t bother to check it. No more than 20 minutes later, my phone buzzed again, and twice more shortly after. I grumbled and extracted myself from under the shadow of the steel frame to see who the fuck had something important to tell me when I was in the middle of something.

After a cursory wipe of my hands on a shop rag, I took out my phone and opened the notifications. Texts and picture messages from my boyfriend Nathan. I smiled a little to myself.

Nathan: “Hey look what came in the mail today!!”

My heart rate spiked when I opened the first image. He was posing in the bathroom mirror, with his shirt pulled up in his teeth and one hand dipping below the waistband of his pants. My eyes followed the line of hair from below his navel across his belly and up his chest. I found the bright gold nipple ring then and the matching ones in his ears, presumably what had come in the mail. But hardly the focus of the image. His body was angled like a roman sculpture, all charisma and allure. Read more »

Behind Every Successful Champion [Interactive Smut Story][M/F][Cheating]

In a land where district leaders are decided by way of hand-to-hand combat rather than voting ballots, Keysha – the current Champion’s Lady – must determine the lengths she’ll go to ensure her husband conquers the latest fearsome, undefeated and strapping challenger…

Story unfolds according to reader’s actions. To try it out here – [http://sanastories.com/behind-every-successful-champion](http://sanastories.com/behind-every-successful-champion)

Valentines week story 1

Three years. For three years I’ve been living with this man. I know every single thing that makes him tick. I know just what to say, what to do, and I take a lot of pride in it.

But what I hate is when he tries to act like I can’t read him. Like I don’t know when he’s hiding something from me. For the past two weeks, he’s been so distant. It’s been bugging the fuck out of me because I just keep wracking my brain; what did I do?

I’m hoping that because it’s valentine’s day tomorrow he’ll show some more love towards me. It’s so weird to not even see him look at me. There’s no other way to describe it except that it hurts tremendously.

I shift my head up and I look at the clock. 11:43 pm. My hand slides over to his side of the bed and my hand grabs nothing. Pure air. I turn over and I stare at the ceiling. Small tears falling from the corners of my eyes as I felt the pillow underneath me get wet. Second, by second I can feel my throat getting tighter and tighter and I raise my hands to my eyes. I ground the palms of my hands into my eyes as if that’s going to stop the flood of tears about to fall out of my eyes right now. Read more »

[FF] Jerry’s Booth – Chapter II [Fanfiction] [Lesbian] [Futa] [Oral]

It’s been a while since I’ve posted here, but here’s another short story I just finished. It’s based on a comic by InCase (which you can find [here](https://www.luscious.net/albums/booth_278965/)), and serves as something of a sequel to it. I hope you’ll all like this as much as I did. As always, constructive feedback is welcome.

Anyway, here’s the story:

One day, I’m laying around in a booth, routinely blowing guy after guy. The next day, I suck off a chick with a dick, and now I just can’t stop thinking about her. Making matters worse is the fact that this happened just a moment ago; I even still have her taste in my mouth. *Damn*, I thought. *That was fun*. *I need more clients like that.*

Anyway, there’s a downpour outside the place I do this – Jerry’s Booth, a name that’s subtle enough for a rather shoddy establishment. It’s a mundane, grey concrete building, with a neon sign above the entrance – Jerry’s Booth, it says in bright white lettering. And at the bottom of the name is an even less subtle logo – an erect dick, and an open, eager mouth. Read more »

The Neighbor [M/F] [Cheating] [Public] [Swallow]

I dragged casually on my cigarette, the late night summer air optimal for the tobacco’s flavor. Winter smokes are the worst; the cig taking on an acrid quality echoed by the bitter cold. Daytime summer smokes can be a drag too; the humidity adding an unpleasant heaviness to the experience. But nighttime smoking in the hot months was just perfect.

A young couple had moved in to the house next to my wife and me a few weeks back. They were in their 20s, dorky in a cool way. The guy I’d met once, us both heading out to our cars one afternoon. Friendly, dumpy kid named Evan. I’d often see him at night in his office playing some computer game across three connected monitors, so you knew he took it pretty seriously. His girlfriend I’d seen but hadn’t really interacted with yet.

She was adorable. Short and petite, with an irresistibly timeless dark brown pixie bob. Cute, dark-rimmed glasses. Perky little tits. Just the epitome of the art school girl I’d always had a soft spot for. We’d exchanged cordial smiles here and there, but never spoke or met face to face. Read more »